Come all to the citadel behind walls of bone

and see the roads that wind away to the edge

where many go but none have passed

beyond into the world that sighs

filled with promises of a thousand ends

and pain far greater than what the city knows

Monsters play in shadows of the horizon

and sometimes glance across the empty lands

to the white walls in the distance

wondering what beasts live in that place

sending up clouds to join the iron sky

and why they never come to visit

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Cheers to everyone keeping above the surface of the ocean of B. S.

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